A and I went to our local polling station.... uuuhhhmmm, sorry, that was a place from my dreams sneaking in there. OK A and I went to the library parking lot tonight. Yep that's more like it. Because Oregon STINKS at voting. You have to mail your ballot. The closest thing we have to a real voting booth is to actually hold your vote to the last minute, drive to a parking lot and hand your vote (in a double envelope) to a person wearing a reflective vest. In my opinion, that stinks. There is no community, no time honored tradition, no signing your legal signature on a vet's clipboard under the flag surrounded by the smell of burnt coffee. There are no little half booths with curtains, no peg punch outs, no guys asking you how your folks are.... Well, anyway, Aidan won't remember his first stint at voting with his mom- but we got out of the car, put the envelopes in the box ourselves- and Aidan gave the official blue voting box a good pounding- and we met two nice ladies wearing reflective vests- eating sushi. Happy November.
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